It was a disappointing day at the Cabot Historical Society building yesterday. I had hoped there would be some interest in our being open on a Saturday afternoon, but the nearest we got to anyone stopping by was a young boy who rode his bike past the open door. I'm sure he was curious, and if I'd had time, I would have invited him in. I think kids often show more interest in things like we have on display than adults - at least until the adults get on the other side of 65, and then they are full of memories and information they like to share. Kids ask questions; older adults have all the answers.

Fred went with me yesterday and helped move furniture. On the way home, we had a near collision with a nice big black bear. It was below the John Woods home, just past the big sugar woods on the right. The bear came out of the woods on the run - I don't know if he'd already started to cross the road or if we startled him and he took off in the wrong direction across the road, but I was glad we weren't going faster or he might have gotten bumped. As it was, he went down over the bank on the opposite side of the road and I caught a glimpse of him as he glanced back over his shoulder at us before he disappeared into the woods. We were glad there weren't any cubs trailing along behind - we might not have been able to avoid them.
Now I'm going out to hike up Jamie and Marie's driveway - my idea of a workout - and then we'll have breakfast.
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